The Poetry of Nothings

The Poetry of Nothings
By David J Walker
 
I
Only I know when I  am 
Not sleeping,
Lost in dreams of  those who
Keep talking

keeping my awake alive
With the revisitation's of visions 
of yesterdays and today's

and what they say
will be tomorrows

The only way I know to
make them fade into 
the gray

is with the white noise writings of 
the poetry of nothings
 
II
The memories are imaginings
They said
Just the flashes translated
In your head 

And implanted as thoughts you 
May or may not have had

It’s confusing 
            They said

When you are losing your mind
At least,
            That’s the way I remember
The end of our conversation
 
III
My problem with 
Borrowing from the future is
There are only so many hours 
In a day on display

And I see no way the hours
I’ve borrowed
Will ever be repaid
 
IV
Surrendering sleep to
The demands of ideas
Is a bad idea 

But the only way I know
To capture the elusive teasing’s

Of the stingy genius we are chasing
But never reaching 

And the vanity to cry that 
I will sleep when I die

Rather
I will die when I finally 
Surrender to sleep
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Andresen Avatar
October 21, 2020 at 11:02 AM
- I find myself thinking old thoughts in a deeper way .... - Thoughts about life and death were more superficial before ... - As we get older we start to get a bigger perspective on life - An excellent poem, David :) - // Anne-Lise :)
Walker Avatar
October 21, 2020 at 11:10 AM
Thank you so much for those thoughts. and I think you are right about a bigger perspective. What I was told would be a "marathon" has turned out to be a hundred-yard dash. Why was I in such a hurry to win this race?
Blown Avatar
October 20, 2020 at 7:52 PM
...very interesting write....past - present -future are all just a categorizing concept with respect input....time-segments as a counting concept expresses +/-/0.....but zero (the now) has no count.....'now' is not of time....time is merely a +/- effect of the ongoing unseen potentials that cause it......being in the now separates one from time.....time is as a 'movie'... ...sorry for the run on : ) stan sand
Walker Avatar
October 21, 2020 at 3:03 AM
Thanks, Stan. Einstein said time is an illusion. I am one of those people whose memory is like a movie. Everything is today.
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